Titanic

Thirteen meters. You should see it.

Okay, take her up and over the bow rail.

Okay, Mir-2, we're going over the bow. Stay with us.

Okay, quiet. We're rolling.

Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship...

still gets me every time.

To see the sad ruin of the great ship, sitting here...

where she landed at 2:30 in the morning of April 15, 1912...

after her long fall...

from the world above.

You're so full of shit, boss.

Dive six.

Here we are again on the deck of Titanic.

Two and a half miles down.

3,821 meters.

The pressure outside is three and a half tons per square inch.

These windows are nine inches thick and if they go...

it's sayonara in two microseconds.

All right, enough of that bullshit.

Just put her down on the roof of the officers' quarters like yesterday.

Sure.

Okay, Mir-2, we're landing right over the Grand Staircase.

You guys set to launch?

Yeah, Brock, launching Dunkin now. Go, Charlie.

- All right, tether out. - Tether out.

Okay, Brock, we're dropping down along the hull.

Yeah, roger that. Okay, drop down, and go into the first-class gangway door.

I want you guys working the D deck reception area and the dining saloon.

Copy that.

- Tether out. - Tether out.

Okay, now left. Now left. Left, left.

Snoop Dog is on the move. We're headed down the stairwell.

Okay, Lewis, drop down to B deck.

A deck.

- Give me some rope, Captain. - B deck. Get in there.

- Watch the door frame. Watch it. - I see it. I got it.

We're good. Just chill, boss.

Okay, make your turn.

- Cable out, Captain. - Make your turn. Watch the wall.

Brock, we're at the piano. You copy?

Copy that.

Right there.

- That's it. That's the bedroom door. - I see it.

We're in. We're in, baby. We're there.

That's Hockley's bed. That's where the son of a bitch slept.

Oops. Somebody left the water running.

Hold it. Just a second. Go back to the right.

That wardrobe door. Get closer.

- You're smelling something, boss. - I want to see what's under it.

Give me my hands, man.

All right.

- Take it easy. It might come apart. - Okay.

Okay, go. Flip it over. Go. Turn over.

Keep going. Go.

Okay, drop it.

Oh, baby. Are you seeing this, boss?

It's payday, boys.

Cha-ching!

- We did it, Bobby. - We brought it back.

Oh, yeah! You the man!

Who's the best, baby? Say it.

You are, Lewis.

- Bobby, my cigar. - Right here.

Okay, crack her open.

Let me get around. Hang on.

- You getting it? - Got it.

Shit.

No diamond.

You know, boss, this same thing happened to Geraldo...

and his career never recovered.

Turn the camera off.

Brock. The partners would like to know how it's going.

Hey, Dave. Barry, hi. Look, it wasn't in the safe.

Don't worry about it. There are still plenty of places it could be.

Hell, yes.

The floor debris in the suite, the mother's room...

- The purser's safe on C deck. - Jimmy Hoffa's briefcase.

A dozen other places.

Guys, look, you just got to trust my instincts. I know we're close.

We just got to go through a little process of elimination.

Hang on a second.

- Let me see that. - We might have something here, guys.

- Where's the photograph of the necklace? - We'll call you right back.

I'll be goddamned.

Treasure hunter Brock Lovett is best known for finding Spanish gold.

It's okay, I'll feed you in a minute.

He has chartered Russian subs to reach the most famous shipwreck of all...

the Titanic.

He's with us live via satellite, from the research ship Keldysh...

in the North Atlantic.

- Hello, Brock. - Hello, Tracy.

Of course, everyone knows the familiar stories of Titanic.

You know, the nobility of the band playing to the very end and all that.

But what I'm interested in are the untold stories...

the secrets locked deep inside the hull of Titanic.

And we're out here using robot technology to go further into the wreck...

than anybody has ever done before.

Your expedition is at the center of a storm...

of controversy over salvage rights, and even ethics.

Many are calling you a grave-robber.

Nobody ever called the recovery of the artifacts from King Tut's tomb...

- What is it? - Turn that up, dear.

I have museum-trained experts sent out here making sure...

that these relics are preserved and catalogued properly.

Take a look at this drawing that we found just today.

A piece of paper that's been underwater for 84 years...

and my team are able to preserve it intact.

Should this have remained unseen at the bottom of the ocean for eternity?

We can see it and...

I'll be goddamned.

Brock, there's a satellite call for you.

Bobby, we're launching. See these submersibles going in the water?

Trust me, buddy, you want to take this call.

This better be good.

- You got to speak up. She's kind of old. - Great.

This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...

Calvert. Rose Calvert.

Mrs. Calvert?

I was just wondering if you had found the Heart of the Ocean yet, Mr. Lovett.

Told you you wanted to take the call.

All right, you have my attention, Rose.

Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?

Oh, yes. The woman in the picture is me.

She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity.

God only knows why! Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia.

They're inbound!

Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was 17, right?

That's right.

If she had lived, she'd be over 100 by now.

101 next month.

Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar.

Look, I've already done the background on this woman...

all the way back to the '20s, when she was working as an actress.

An actress. There's your first clue, Sherlock.

Her name was Rose Dawson back then. Then she marries this guy named Calvert.

They move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids.

Now Calvert's dead, and from what I hear, Cedar Rapids is dead.

And everybody who knows about the diamond...

is supposed to be dead or on this boat, but she knows.

Doesn't exactly travel light, does she?

Hurry up, give him a hand!

Mrs. Calvert, I'm Brock Lovett. Welcome to the Keldysh.

Okay, let's get her inside there.

- Hi, Miss Calvert. - Hi.

- Welcome to the Keldysh. - Thanks.

Yes?

- Are your staterooms all right? - Oh, yes, very nice.

Have you met my granddaughter, Lizzy? She takes care of me.

We met just a few minutes ago. Remember, Nana, up on deck?

Oh, yeah...

There. That's nice. Have to have my pictures when I travel.

Can I get you anything? Is there anything you'd like?

Yes.

I would like to see my drawing.

Louis XVI wore a fabulous stone called the Blue Diamond of the Crown.

It disappeared in 1792.

About the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up.

The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped, too.

Recut into a heart-like shape that became known as the Heart of the Ocean.

Today, it would be worth more than the Hope Diamond.

It was a dreadful, heavy thing. I only wore it this once.

You actually think this is you, Nana?

It is me, dear.

Wasn't I a dish?

I tracked it down through insurance records.

An old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy.

Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose?

I should imagine someone named Hockley.

Nathan Hockley. That's right. Pittsburgh steel tycoon.

The claim was for a diamond necklace his son, Caledon, bought his fiancйe, you.

A week before he sailed on Titanic.

It was filed right after the sinking.

So the diamond had to have gone down with the ship.

You see the date?

"April 14, 1912."

Which means if your grandmother is who she says she is...

she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank.

And that makes you my new best friend.

These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom.

This was mine.

How extraordinary!

And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it.

The reflection has changed a bit.

Are you ready to go back to Titanic?

Here we go. She hits the 'berg on the starboard side.

She kind of bumps along, punching holes like Morse code along the side...

below the water line.

Then the forward compartments start to flood.

Now, as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads...

which, unfortunately, don't go any higher than E deck.

So now, as the bow goes down, the stern rises up, slow at first...

then faster and faster, until finally, she's got her whole ass sticking in the air.

And that's a big ass. We're talking 20,000, 30,000 tons.

Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure.

So what happens? She splits, right down to the keel...

and the stern falls back level.

Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches.

Now the stern section kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes...

floods, and finally goes under about 2:20 a. m...

two hours and 40 minutes after the collision.